That summer, the sun shone on the boy in the white shirt, leaning against a wall in the alley, unruly and disdainful. From then on, Xia Wang was seventeen years old.
The young man's voice was lazy but not slow: "Xiawang, I'll give you a chance, tomorrow..."
The tip of Xia Wang's nose felt sour, and he almost swallowed with the soreness in his throat. He interrupted with a choked voice: "Yu Xiang, please don't bother me in the future. You are so annoying."
Yu wanted to look at her quietly. The snow was falling harder and harder, and there was a coldness mixed with it. There was a moment of silence.
He lowered his head slightly, sneered, stared at Xia Wang coldly, and said in a hoarse and low voice, "Good job."
Xia Wang left the place where Yu Xiang was.
She felt that it was so cold and her heart ached.
Human nature is like this. When your temper gets angry, you say the most hurtful things to the other person.
(He!!) Yu Xiang & Xia Wang
Intention: I wish everyone a happy spring and a happy spring.
